Self-Inflicted

HE kisses the wounds

 

You break the trust

         Break the skin

         Break the mold

You slash and you tear away at my soul

 

There is no light left within me

I am drained

Nothing left to give

 

What more can I do?

 

You never really cared about the real me

Just this fantasy

Of what I could be

 

I'm not sure who you've made me out to be in your own mind

 

But I'm not her.

 

I've tried, and I gave all I can give

 

And you took, and acted greatful

But right at the smallest slip

The mask fell

And out emerged the truth.

 

It's not me. It's you.

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